Shikon Wars - Episode Zero

Murky candlelight lit the darkness, whirlpools of shadows clustered nearby, a figure perched upon a stool with the pale light dancing against porcelain skin to highlight the most delicate of features. Ivory tendrils were pinned in high curls that swirled against tender skin, rose coloured cheeks that trailed high unto bright, honey orbs...beauty that was almost unnatural. A lavender kimono, embroidered with dragonflies of silver and gold, clung onto the form enhancing each curve and bend. Though beautiful in the most flattering sense, something was quite amiss where the gender of the entity had been concerned. Though it wasn't uncommon for females of the region to behold quite some girth about their forms due to fieldwork and such, none of them held their posture in the ways that males typically did.

Excruciating pain scoured from the base of the female's neck down the length of the spine, saliva sputtering from her mouth like a waterfall. Darkness welled within honey eyes as the body went limp being caught by a figure cloaked in ebony and crimson. Being well versed in the art of stealth like maneuvers, the cloaked figure clocked the woman at the base of her neck with the hilt of his lightsaber with enough force to render the wench unconscious. Never having much patience with females, let alone his own gender, the Sith was relieved that it had taken only the one blow...he had been in no mood for any other confrontation at this moment. Hoisting the female over a shoulder as though she were a bag of dirty laundry, the Sith made for the direction of his Master who had been accompanied by some entity who referred to himself as Naraku and a female who had been a Darksider and something quite different than a Sith. Which jostled his curiosity, but such things were useless...

The dusk had begun to wane, starlight fading into the azure abyss with a promise to resurrect come the dying of the new light. Entering into the chateau, the Sith showed no sign of amusement as the trio had been awaiting his arrival. They appeared entertained by the wench as he carelessly tossed the body onto the marble not finding anything humorous in the female let alone the situation at hand. Matter of fact, it was his opinion that this entire mission was a damn waste of his valuable time. Whether it was deemed apart of his Apprentice training or not. It was ridiculous to be concerning themselves with such trivial matters of this planet and inhabitants. Nothing that the completed Shikon Jewel could promise could ever compare to the power of the Darkside. Ever.

"You were right, Darth Sidious. Your Apprentice is indeed flawless."

"Lord Maul does not disappoint, Naraku."

Mentally rolling his eyes from such banter, Darth Maul ignored whatever else was in their conversation as well as the stares from the female Darksider. She might have been something to look at and her power unrivalled, but even that woman was a far more powerful adversary than he'd like to admit. Having received direction to take the creature who was sprawled upon the floor to the dungeon, the Sith reluctantly agreed and dared not to go against the wishes of Master Sidious. He'd surely be bantha fodder then and he quite enjoyed not having his ass served to him on a platter.

Moisture filtered upon the rank, invisible breeze of the chamber, forcing a sneer to display upon Darth Maul's mouth. It smelled of rot and decay, topped off by iron and musk. It was downright filthy and unfitting for someone of his stature to be in such a place. Restraining the wench against a slime ridden wall, the Sith hesitated before touching the cuffs; wearing gloves or not, Maul disapproved of touching such filth. Curious, the Sith unclipped the double-edged hilt from his belt and edged it to the bottom of the female's kimono. He might have been a Sith, might have been a Zabrak, but underneath it all he was male. Reeling the outfit over milky white skin to rest upon parted thighs, flame-styled pupils dilated to their maximum. Surely to the gods he had gone insane sometime between capturing the prey and this moment.

"Blackest Hell of damnation! This isn't a woman...! It's...It's....male?"

Recovering from one shock only allowed room for yet another; from beneath the snowy mane a fluffed, animal-like ear came into view. Now, Darth Maul wasn't exactly humanoid, far from it, but he certainly did not have an animal qualities about him. Curious once more, the Sith craned forward and examined the appendage, his nose bunching in disgust at first. Unbeknownst to the Zabrak warrior, he was strangely allured by this new situation. After all, it was the Sith way to harness your emotions, control them, and bend to their will. Who was he to go against a millenia of teachings? Darth Sidious taught him better; indeed, a befitting explanation to all of this.

Removing the gloves from his hands, Maul traced a finger against the fur and found it soft and pleasing to touch. This act didn't go unnoticed - a barely audible whimper escaped from the wench that in return caused Darth Maul's eyes to squint with a mischievous gleam. Forcing the legs to move farther apart, the Sith wedged into the gap and began to rub the other hand to the inner thigh of the male-female character before him. He had seduced many creatures, many species, but this held such a rarity that just couldn't be turned away. The prisoner's facial expressions shifted with each touch that did nothing short of luring the Darksider further into his newly developed fetish. Milling his groin against that of the other male, Maul cupped a hand harshly to the prisoner's hip, the other intertwining within the ivory locks to jerk the male's head forward to deliver a forced kiss.

Initiating his assault, Darth Maul began to grin the clothed groin of his to that of the prisoner being unable to deny the hardening of his member. Before the escapade could continue, the body beneath the Sith's began to buck violently and unchained legs thrashed about, trying to vault the intruder from his body. Not being pleased by such an action, the Sith backhanded the other male and clutched his throat with the other. A feral smirk wrenched upon dried lips, a red nose pinning to the white one just ahead.

"You're lucky you're worth something, wench. When all is said and done, I will have you then kill you off like the disease you are."

"I'd like to see you try! Who the hell are you, ya disgusting bastard?"

"I am Darth Maul."

"Ha. Your parents must have really hated you!"

"Your smartass comments will render you dead before long, wench."

"Stop calling me wench. My name is Inuyasha!"

"Wench is much more suiting."

Using the advantage of his hand upon Inuyasha's throat, Darth Maul forced the hanyou's head against the brick making sure his hold was unwavering. There was no threat in this boy and it was hardly amusing to hear his idle threats and nonsense. There was no room for such ignorance. Removing his clutch and body from the form straddled below, the Sith arose back to his footing and pivoted to take his leave. A minor satisfactory could be concluded from the encounter, a victory knowing that Inuyasha was left with a hard-on and no means of relieving the pressure.